real fandom

overheard last night at the laundromat.

major mets fan (in jersey and hat, attached to transistor radio): mets, baby, mets! (this was said repeatedly, to no one in particular.) i just want 'em to beat those yankees. i always say, if the yankees got in a plane crash and died, i wouldn't cry. i don't wish 'em dead, but i wouldn't be sad if something bad happened to them.

i don't think i have ever been that invested in any thing (people certainly, but not a sports team.) it's a devotion i don't totally understand.

tonight: governor's island updation--with pictures!